That night, the bed shook and the windows rattled. After an hour I grew accustomed to the trembling, as Morgan said I would. I drifted in and out of sleep, waking periodically to the soft clattering and rumbling noises that filled the house.
It was early morning when Campbell nudged me awake. The predawn light trickled in through the windows and I could still feel the vibrations.
“Get dressed and meet me outside,” he whispered.
I did as instructed and joined Campbell in the yard where he stood propped against the end of a shovel. A wheelbarrow containing the rotting sheep carcass was parked next to him. He handed me the shovel and said we were going to bury it.
We set out along the path. The surrounding landscape was barely visible through the morning mist creeping across the fields. A
